Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

Reckless. Sexy. Beautiful. Desire flooded her veins like wildfire as his mouth burned a trail of sensual heat from her neck down to her breasts. She wanted more. Wanted him inside her.
Instead of moving, he stilled and used the hand in her hair to gently pull her away so he could look into her slumberous eyes. “Isabella.”
“Yes. Touch me. I want you.”
The shudder that moved through him made her tremble in his lap. She was happy to note that he seemed just as out of control as she.
Falden’s breathing was too fast, his pulse racing in his neck. And beneath her, his cock had become hard and tight, more than ready to pleasure her. “This is insane.”
Their gazes locked and she agreed. This was insane. Totally certifiable. “I don’t care.”

Chapter Five
Falden knew he shouldn’t give in to the carnal craving she inspired, but for the first time in centuries he felt the iron control that ruled his life slipping further away with every hungry sound she made. She clung to him in every possible way. Her lips on his. Her hands tugging on his hair. The soft curves settled against his lap. The scent of her in the air that reminded him of vanilla and hints of orange. She begged for his touch, not just with words but with every arch of her back and whimper in her throat. He was on fire for her.
He’d never had a female that made him feel like this. He’d taken lovers, but not one had made his blood boil. Made him lose control. He needed to claim her. Make her his. Everything inside him told him she was his. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her until she screamed his name, over and over. Until she couldn’t remember who she was or where they were. He’d never asked for anything, always committed to his mission. Forever doing his sworn duty, taking nothing for himself. She made him want more. Want her complete surrender. Her trust. Faith. Loyalty.
Hot liquid soaked through the back of his shirt, no doubt smearing the seat a dark red. He didn’t have to see it to know it was blood. His blood. The bite of the bullet he’d taken in the back had been unworthy of his concern at the time, but now he needed to reassess the wound.
Falden groaned in denial. Disappointment. His wound threatened to end the sweetest torture he’d endured in too long to remember. He squeezed her thigh, pleased when she obeyed his silent command to spread her legs wider. How could he stop when she was so sweetly willing?
Isabella moaned in pleasure as Falden pulled her closer. She could feel his hard shaft rub against her. She wanted their clothes gone. She wanted him deep inside her. Filling her. Even through his trousers she could tell he was huge. Hard. Long. Wide. He may split her in two, but she would take him all. Every hard inch of him. Desire shot from her core out to every cell in her body as she imagined him filling her until he bottomed out deep inside her. She shivered with need, her clit pulsing in time to her pounding heartbeat. She needed him. Wanted him to take control.
Falden broke out in a sweat. Isabella’s touch awakened an animalistic need in him to take what she offered, to dive his cock deep into her wet heat. To fuck her until she was drenched in sweat, unable to move, so overcome with the force of her pleasure that she surrendered all to him. His Knights obeyed him. They respected him. They depended on him to make rational decisions, to be wise and have the foresight to keep them all safe. And he’d done his job well, kept the last of his people alive for a very long time. But not one of his Knights needed him like this.
Rubbing the softest skin he’d ever felt beneath his fingertips, he stroked her inner thigh, up and down, teasing both of them.
“Falden,” she half begged, half reprimanded.
His name was a demand on her lips, and his own curved in a satisfied smile.
Instead of arguing with him, she opened her knees wider and grabbed his wrist, moved his hand higher, up under her skirt until the wet heat of her core brushed his fingertips.
The groan that escaped him made her smile, and she lifted her hips, pushed her center closer, making clear exactly what she wanted.
“I’m going to make you come all over my hand,” he growled.
Isabella didn’t know if he was making a request or a demand, but her answer was the same. “Yes.”
“Lean back against the dash and keep your knees spread,” he ordered.
Isabella whimpered her agreement, leaning back as he’d instructed, placing her bent knees on either side of him. He was powerful. Virile. In complete control. An alpha male, big, dominant, and used to getting what he wanted. She shivered with desire. He had that special quality, that ultra-masculine presence. She loved it. Wanted to give him everything. Wanted him to take it.
Falden traced the small slip of lacy material covering her beneath the skirt, shoving the slight bit of fabric aside when she squirmed, pushing toward his hand. He pushed two fingers deep, settled his thumb over her clit and worked her until she threw her head back, bumping the car window with her wild response. Even that didn’t deter her from moving against him. “More. God, Falden. Please. More.”
Falden kissed her. Worked his fingers deeper. Harder. Faster. His head spun, but he wasn’t sure if it was from lust or blood loss, and he didn’t care, his entire being focused on the hot, tight sheath wrapped around his fingers.
Leaning over, he reclaimed her mouth as he worked her body, brought her to the brink. Made her wait. Made her whimper. Beg. Started the process again, bringing her to the peak only to watch her body shudder and her eyes glaze before pulling back.
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